#Illinois ahwm

[thebowieconstricker]

They love us 🤭🤭

Happy valentines toooooo @eyesore-boi and @oonessawness !!!

[girlbossdarkiplier]

markcu cast as lps 😚

ermm.. if you saw me try to upload this the first time nooo you didn't 😁

"🤓thats not the same species" Clearly... ur not a connoisseur of LPS role play logic ok...

is this too niche.. 😟

[cheezylueezy]

yeah ok, he's neat

[severeddreamz]

this guy just loves to risk death doesnt he

[jimsandfruit]

They're besties your honor

[mcu-no-not-that-mcu]

Something something brainrot something something Markiplier wallpapers

[boobookiss]

Illinois + Text posts I associate with him

[yellow-hollow]

OK OK. does author has a favorite type of subject for his story ? Has he tried to control a fellow ago??

Well of course, I want my subjects to be cooperative, emotive, someone the average shmuck reading can relate to- an Everyman if you will. Unfortunately, my fellow egos didn’t work well with my “creative process”.

The closest I got was the Jims, they were delightfully easy to get a reaction out of! Really pulled your heartstrings when I would injure one and the others would break down~ But the silly things were too frightened by my stories and got better at hiding from me…I thought that Illinois would make a perfect action hero protagonist, but that asshole went and tattled to Dark after playing along. So Mr. Eyeliner whooped my ass and exiled me from the manor. Bit of an overreaction if you ask me.

I could talk about Wilford and Bim as well, but I hate to keep bringing up failures. That manor is nothing but trouble anyways.

[ricky-tiki-tah]

The Actor’s Roles

The Actor is the main character in the multi-ending stories. He’s the one the viewer gets along with, he plays the roles.

He “kills off” his character to play a new one. A convict when in prison, a pirate when out at sea, an handsome adventurer when lost in tunnels. He is the one you trust.

After everything is over though? The characters he played take on their own life, their own separate identities. They have their own backstories, happy or sad. They have their own memories.

But they all came from the Actor. His “children” he calls them, because they came from him.

Later on there’s the private investigator turned serial killer. The anxiety ridden amputee. The divorced water man.

The Actor watches as they all gain life, sentience and individuality. How they gain more memories than he’d given them. How they become Egos. He smiles when he sees them going about the lives that he gave them.

He’s not the only Ego with “children” however.

Darkiplier both directly and indirectly made the Engineer and the Jims.

Google has three other versions of himself.

Annus has his own creations, along with his partner Unus.

Often times the Actor finds himself jealous. The others get to spend time with their children. Their creations see them as family. He knows that his never will, and he blames Dark.

[kalevalaknights]

If it's okay, can you draw Illinois from a Heist with Markiplier?

Feels good to look good! I mean. Feels good to be back!

[pinkyplayz-blog]

While I figure out the iswm villan captain fic (still need help so if any advice please tell me) but I do have asks/requests open for fics I can write other things in the meantime

So please do that if you wish!

[oonessawness]

Another smiley Illy :)

[cheezylueezy]

redraw of that ending scene from indiana jones with illinois

[wilfywarfy]

Egotober Day 3: Jewel (Illinois!)

“Gosh... what a beauty…”

Illinois crept up towards the small stone pillar. Another dangerous adventure, nearly finished. This cave had been deadly. More than usual. It really was a shame that his latest partner died in that acid pit… this find would be in their honor. Maybe he could get the museum to make a small memorial for them.

But that's not important right now. He needed to stop getting distracted.

Reaching into his satchel, he pulls out the sack of rice he brought with him. The exact same weight as the lovely, shiny blue jewel. It would be a classic switcheroo. He hadn't pulled this trick out in a minute, especially after that copycat stole it.

He approaches the pillar like a wild animal, a hand out in front as he takes one step after another.

“Alright, Illy… one more time…” he mumbles to himself. Once close enough, Illy quickly grabs the gem. And right behind it, the bag of rice in its place.

He stops breathing. Please don't be a boulder please don't be a boulder please don't be a boulder.

He waits a second. And then another. And then another.

Nothing.

Illinois sighs, wiping the sweat off his brow. He hasn't been that anxious in a minute.

He looks at the gem, his reflection looking back at him on it's perfectly smooth surfaces.

“This one's for you, partner.” he whispers.

[jimsandfruit]

FINALLY drew Mermaid!Yancy. His design, especially the tattoos are @sleepy-mothh

I love this AU so much. I think Yancy would follow Illinois a bunch whenever his adventures took him out on the water, mostly because Yancy is curious about why this guy is ALWAYS traveling. One day Illinois falls into the water, and is ofc fascinated after seeing a real life merman, and Yancy is excited upon seeing this guy really isn't a threat. They become besties. However after thier first real encounter Yancy stole his hat and still hasn't given it back

[cozyenigma]

Dinner Date

Word Count- 1002

Request?- Nope!

Summary- You'd run into the adventurer a few times now and... helped yourself to a few finds. You didn't expect him here or for the shoe to be on the other foot

Warnings- None

Your meal had barely even started when it was ruined. 

It was a nice place. A high end place. Places you usually have to make reservations for at least a couple weeks in advance. A place where you had to slip the hostess a very generous tip to get a table on short notice. You deserved it, you worked hard.

The view was spectacular, your glass was full of wine you hadn't even touched, and there was even live music playing softly from a far corner. This was the kind of place people from money dined in. You weren't from money, per say, but you could walk in those circles when you needed to.

You popped another appetizer, something bite sized you hadn't looked at the menu, and sat back in your chair. Treating yourself never tasted so nice. 

The waiter came by with your plate of food, steaming and glistening in the low light, and you were practically drooling. Plate had hardly touched the table when he showed up. The waiter has just turned to leave and, too taken with the food, you hadn't noticed the uninvited guest until the chair opposite moved.

You'd recognise the smug face anywhere. Even dressed up in a crinkled dress shirt and jacket, Illinois wasn't hard to miss.

"Really?" You deadpanned, spreading a napkin out across your lap.

"I can't drop in on an old friend?" He asks, leaning an elbow on the table and looking entirely too pleased with himself.

Not deigning to answer, you instead gesture up towards your head. The man takes a minute to catch your drift before his eyes dart up to that stupid cowboy hat. Even if it did have a certain charm, it didn't fit with his outfit nor did it fit with anything else in the building.

"What? I'm not taking it off for this place."

"You look ridiculous."

"I look amazing, excuse you." He readjusts in his seat, pointedly changing the subject. "Anyways, I wanted to catch up. See what you've been up to."

"None of your business and we're not friends."

Illinois almost looks put out as you say that. You shrug, finally taking a bite of your meal and nodding in approval.

"Can't help but notice this isn't your usual kinda haunt," he continues.

"What, I'm not allowed to have class?"

A short laugh that has a few older guests turn to look at the two of you. "You and I both know you're way more at home in some back alleys than fine dining."

You hummed around the next bite, idly twirling your fork. "So you're saying I'm a cheap date?"

"Something like that. Where'd we run into last?" Illinois looked almost annoyed as you shrugged. 

"I don't know... Outside some pawn shop in Rome?" 

"Try a side street in Rabat."

Feigning thinking about it for a moment, you nodded. "Yeah I guess we did bump into each other there too, huh?"

"Uh huh. Don't suppose I can ask for that statue back?"

"Oh you can. You're not gonna like the answer though." You pop another bite in your mouth. "I will say thanks for paying for the meal."

Illinois scrubs a hand down his face. "You sold it then? And the necklace? God don't tell me you pawned them, please."

"Psh, pawn shops are a rip off and you know it. Private collectors on the other hand... Well, there's a reason I'm going to them and not a museum."

"Do your clients care that you're peddling stolen artifacts?"

You were about to fire back when the waiter approached. Wine bottle in one hand, he haltingly asks if the gentleman would like to order. The fact that you had only gotten a table for one might be why you were both getting weird looks from the staff.

"Thanks but I'm fi-"

"He'll have what I'm having," you cut him off, tone far too pleasant. 

The waiter nodded and disappeared back to the kitchen. You couldn't help but take a bit too much enjoyment out of his glare.

"Oh cmon, you don't wanna enjoy what those artifacts got us?"

Illinois jabbed a finger your way. "There is no us cuz you stole them from me."

"I fail to see how my stealing is different from your stealing," you said, continuing before Illinois could, "You don't strike me as the kind of guy who goes through all the proper channels. Gets all the permits and paperwork in order before jumping right in. I had just as much right to those artifacts as you did."

You watched his jaw clench. "I offered to take you under my wing. It didn't have to be like this."

The conversation slammed to a halt again as the waiter brought a second plate of food. Delicious as it looked, Illinois didn't look away from you for a second. Didn't even say anything to the waiter.

"It's good, really," you said. You were close to polishing off your portion.

"You're gonna try and stick me with the bill aren't you?"

"And what, stiff the lovely staff here?"

"Oh I'm sure you'll tip generous.”

You shrugged, going to take a sip of your drink. "Not very gentlemanly of you, Illinois."

"Not very-"

The dessert had come then which, to be honest, you forgot you ordered. A tall, generous slice of chocolate cake with mouse and a mirror glaze and everything. It was perfect.

And then Illinois cleaved it in half with his fork. You could only watch in horror as he shoved at least a good third of that cake into his mouth. 

"Good choice," he said, still chewing.

"God you're disgusting," you push your chair back and stand, storming off towards the bathroom. 

"Disgustingly handsome?" He calls after you. You pointedly ignore him and the stares. 

He better enjoy that cake, you thought. Cuz there was a window in that bathroom just begging to be used as an escape route. You worked hard, you deserved an Illinois free night out anyways.